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Title: "No Turning Back" from The Late Spike Spiegel Blues
Summary: Spike takes the next logical step...
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 405
Rating/Warnings: R for violence, major series spoilers
Pairing: Spike/Julia
A/N: I don't know how this became chaptered. I don't get it. But anyway, it happens during The Real Folk Blues Part Two, and there are at least 2 more chapters. Hurrah.
ETA: (06/26/04 15:33) I changed a few lines in this, cause I was watching The Real Folk Blues last night and realized that it didn't quite match up. But it's fixed now. Still not very good, but fixed.
Now Julia was dead. Really and truly dead.
But it wasn’t… right. He didn’t feel any different than he had before. Why, by anything that was holy and listening, didn’t he feel any different? He decided that he had been right, that he was just a dead man. The last three years were an accident. All this, her death, was just things being set right.
So now he had to find Vicious. He wasn’t even quite sure why. It was just the next step. Spike didn’t care whether he lived or died. He didn’t even care if Vicious lived or died. But he sure as hell was going to be ready.
And that was why he walked into the Syndicate like he was on a military operation. They should have expected it, and maybe they did- they were the ones who trained him how to do it properly. Cool and calm through the doors, then all bullets and grenades.
In the back of his mind, he almost felt sorry for the people he had to kill. Or rather, he would have, if he had any feeling left. He didn’t give a damn if they had decided to be in the Syndicate. They were all low level functionaries, just foot soldiers. They probably didn’t even know who he was, though he knew they’d all heard his name. Who hadn’t heard whispers of the legendary Spike Spiegel, the one that got away, that some wanted dead and others saw as a savior? But now they were dying at his hand, no matter what they thought of him. They died anonymously, before they even knew they were pawns. They were just in the way of the universe righting itself.
He fought his way up the escalator, then blew it up. There. No going back. He was certain now that he was never going to leave that building. He took the elevator as high as it would go, changing clips.
Shin was right behind him. He seemed almost out of place, a real person in the midst of all this. They fought- if you could count almost mindless shooting as fighting- their way through the building. With every step, Spike could feel himself strengthening, getting closer and closer to Vicious and the end of all things. He knew that the final showdown was coming, the ultimate test of whether this was all a dream.
Except that it never came.
Summary: Spike takes the next logical step...
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 405
Rating/Warnings: R for violence, major series spoilers
Pairing: Spike/Julia
A/N: I don't know how this became chaptered. I don't get it. But anyway, it happens during The Real Folk Blues Part Two, and there are at least 2 more chapters. Hurrah.
ETA: (06/26/04 15:33) I changed a few lines in this, cause I was watching The Real Folk Blues last night and realized that it didn't quite match up. But it's fixed now. Still not very good, but fixed.
Now Julia was dead. Really and truly dead.
But it wasn’t… right. He didn’t feel any different than he had before. Why, by anything that was holy and listening, didn’t he feel any different? He decided that he had been right, that he was just a dead man. The last three years were an accident. All this, her death, was just things being set right.
So now he had to find Vicious. He wasn’t even quite sure why. It was just the next step. Spike didn’t care whether he lived or died. He didn’t even care if Vicious lived or died. But he sure as hell was going to be ready.
And that was why he walked into the Syndicate like he was on a military operation. They should have expected it, and maybe they did- they were the ones who trained him how to do it properly. Cool and calm through the doors, then all bullets and grenades.
In the back of his mind, he almost felt sorry for the people he had to kill. Or rather, he would have, if he had any feeling left. He didn’t give a damn if they had decided to be in the Syndicate. They were all low level functionaries, just foot soldiers. They probably didn’t even know who he was, though he knew they’d all heard his name. Who hadn’t heard whispers of the legendary Spike Spiegel, the one that got away, that some wanted dead and others saw as a savior? But now they were dying at his hand, no matter what they thought of him. They died anonymously, before they even knew they were pawns. They were just in the way of the universe righting itself.
He fought his way up the escalator, then blew it up. There. No going back. He was certain now that he was never going to leave that building. He took the elevator as high as it would go, changing clips.
Shin was right behind him. He seemed almost out of place, a real person in the midst of all this. They fought- if you could count almost mindless shooting as fighting- their way through the building. With every step, Spike could feel himself strengthening, getting closer and closer to Vicious and the end of all things. He knew that the final showdown was coming, the ultimate test of whether this was all a dream.
Except that it never came.